Author's note: Hey! This is the first chapter of my very first Dan and Phil fanfic. I really want to know what you guys think so review when you're done! It would make my day. (Seriously.) Thanks!

-Jilly

Dan sat cross-legged upon his bed as he scrolled down on his computer screen. It was one of those nights where he just could not sleep. Whenever he had tried to close his eyes, his brain plagued him with an onslaught of thoughts. They flew throughout his head, ranging anywhere from the contemplation of llamas to ideas for his next video. Dan sighed and rubbed his temples, wishing for once that his brain would stop working so that his throbbing headache would cease. He squinted through his bleary vision and gave a wide yawn. He was so tired. All he wanted to do was sleep. Was that too much to ask?

Dan turned his attention back to his computer screen. It was bright in contrast with the bleak darkness of his bedroom. His finger was still scrolling, and his eyes flitted around the screen in search of a story he had not read. During restless nights like these, Dan had realized that his only respite from his ever present thoughts came with reading fanfiction. Originally, it had started as an every once in awhile kind of thing, but more recently, his sleep had begun to depend on it.

He clicked on an interesting looking link and began to read the story. It was the usual Phan, wrought with unrequited love and sprinkled with a bit of light-hearted humor here and there. In all, he deemed the story acceptable, but still mediocre in comparison to others that he had read. It occurred to him then, that it was rather strange to be familiar with so many Phanfictions. After all, he assumed that Phil had never read any. Phil was probably too disgusted with the idea of Phan.

Dan groaned. It seemed that his entire life was just one large PhanFiction. There was definitely unrequited love. It seemed that with each passing day his love for Phil only seemed to grow, whilst Phil remained ignorant to his feelings. The only thing his life lacked in comparison to a Phanfiction was any sort of developing mutual feeling between Phil and he.

Sometimes Dan wondered if it would be best if he told Phil his feelings. He could tell Phil that he wanted it to mean something else when they hugged, that he wanted to be able to brush the dark hair that sometimes fell into his eyes away and smile up at him or that he wanted to touch his soft pink lips. Dan wanted to tell Phil he loved him, and he wanted to tell Phil that he wished he would feel the same way.

Despite everything, Dan kept his feelings to himself. He did not want to ruin what they had because of his feelings. Any relationship with Phil was better than no relationship.

Dan collapsed back against his pillows where he began to stare up at the ceiling as he mulled over his thoughts. He stayed like that for the next couple hours. He had only just fallen asleep as the sun rose over the horizon and pale light seeped into his room.

He was awakened by a knock on his door and a tentative "Dan?"

The door creaked open slightly and he could hear someone walking through his room. They placed a hand on his shoulder and shook it gently. "Dan? Dan wake up."

Dan groaned and swatted at the hands that were prodding his back.

"Dan, it's already ten in the morning. You have been sleeping for hours."

Dan decided not to correct him and instead opened his eyes, squinting slightly to adjust to the light. A smile flooded his features as Phil's face came into view. He did not even try to hide it. He was too far gone for that.

"Hey Phil." he said, still grinning like an idiot.

"Morning." Phil flashed Dan his usual stunning smile. "Do you want me to start the coffee?"

"Ya sure. I'll get dressed then."

Phil left and Dan began changing. He pulled on a pair of white jeans and a plain black t-shirt. When he came out into the kitchen Phil was holding two mugs.

"Thanks." Dan muttered as he grabbed the mug, feeling the familiar warmth spread in his fingers.

"You're welcome."

The two sat on the couch for a while, making light conversation as Dan sipped his coffee and Phil sipped his tea. After a while, Dan's coffee was drained. They turned on the television and flipped through the channels, watching whatever was playing.

After a while, Dan glanced at Phil. He was leaning against the arm of the couch and his hair was falling across his eyes. Dan was immediately brought back to his earlier musings of brushing it out of Phil's eyes, and he blushed at the thought.

With his mind distracted, it took him a minute to notice Phil's fingers tapping impatiently against his knee. Phil was staring straight ahead, but every once in awhile his eyes would flash in the direction of Dan. He seemed on edge and after a moment or two he noticed Dan watching him curiously from across the couch.

"Hey, um... Dan?"

"Ya?"

"I need to tell you something."

Dan's heart began to thump wildly. What if Phil had found out how he felt? What if he felt the same way? What if he didn't? What if he hated him for it?

Dan was pulled from his thoughts by Phil's voice. "Do you remember the girl we met at the cinema?"

Dan groaned inwardly. Of course he remembered the girl. He remembered all the girls that Phil had hung out with, and Phil had been spending a lot of time with her. This particular one however, was very pretty, Dan would admit that, but he hated her personality. She was always so controlling.

Dan responded with a quick nod of affirmation.

"Well...um... I asked her to be my girlfriend."

The coffee mug that Dan had been holding fell to the floor and broke. "Y-your g-girlfriend?" he stuttered.

"Yes. I asked her to be my girlfriend and she said yes. Dan are you okay?" Phil questioned.

"I'm fine." Dan snapped.

"Really? Because you certainly don't sound like it."

"I said I'm fine! Honestly, I'm okay!" Dan insisted.

"Dan, you smashed your mug on the floor. It's reasonable that I don't believe you." He sighed, "Is there something wrong with Belly?"

"That's what you're calling Isabella now huh? You're calling her Belly? That's fucking disgusting." Dan growled in response.

"What is your problem Dan?!" yelled Phil. He was beginning to get really annoyed at Dan.

"Nothing. Obviously there is no problem because you're so fucking happy! Everything is absolutely perfect!" Dan's words were dripping in sarcasm as he ranted. He did not want to hurt Phil, but the recent news had caused him to see red. He felt as if he had no control of his increasing anger.

"Why do you hate Belly so much? What's wrong with her?"

Dan was about to shout a reply, but bit his tongue to stop himself. It had been his choice not to tell Phil about his feelings before he became involved with someone else. How could Dan ever be angry at Phil for something that was not even Phil's fault? He groaned and squeezed his eyes shut to block the tears that suddenly flooded his vision. He would not do this to Phil. He had to be stronger than that.

Dan glanced back up at Phil's tortured expression before he fled from the room, muttering a muffled "Sorry" as he ran into his bedroom and the door closed with a slam.

Author's note: Hey guys I hope you enjoyed that. I have a quick word for you.

Omphaloskepsis- the contemplation of one's naval as an aid in meditaion

YOU BETTER REVIEW. I WATCH CSI SO I KNOW HOW TO GET RID OF A BODY. REVIEW IF YOU DON'T WANT TO DIE. (just kidding. no death threats here... because that would be a bad thing to put on the internet.)

-Jilly